Page 101 of The Work Wife

She had finished his sentence. “I want to take my time for the other stuff, but—”

“We can do the other stuff the next time. Let’s just get to the good stuff.” Once again she finished out his thought so he didn’t have to take the time. She couldn’t wait any longer.

She pulled back the bedspread and tossed it on the floor, knowing his intense disgust for hotel bedspreads. He took that time to go to the air conditioner and turn it off.

They looked at one another and smiled. Before she had the chance to spoil the moment with some funny comment to hide her nervousness, Wes came across the room to stand in front of her, his erection like the arrow on a compass, pointing at her. North.

He bent to kiss her at the same time he placed both hands on her ass and hoisted her up against him. She clung to his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her the few feet to lay her on the bed, following her down.

His warmth surrounded her. The only light in the room came from the small lamp by the door, but she could see enough of his face to see how serious he looked.

“Do you think this is wrong?” she asked after noting his features.

“No. I don’t.”

She smiled at his answer, so sure. “I don’t think so either.”

When he shifted, she felt the tip of him at her entrance and she moved impatiently, trying to get him closer. He aided in this endeavor by pushing just enough to enter her, but not more than that.

She let out a little whimper without realizing it.

Wes smiled. Not a smug grin, but a smile that said I know what you need and I will do whatever I can to help. And then he pushed into her fully and the little whimper was consumed by a louder moan of pleasure.

She’d felt his erection in the mornings, and had known it was impressive. But it was one thing to feel a man against her back or her hip and another entirely to have him fully seated in that place made only for him.

From that moment on, she lost focus in the moment. Everything became hazy flashes of perfection. Every sound, movement, touch, and word propelled her toward a release that was more than just sexual tension and attraction, but some other thing she and Wes had always been. Only now it was heightened and almost painful in its pleasure.

She held on, hardly aware he had also finished until he was gasping for breath against her neck. It seemed almost normal for them to have found their pleasure at the same time. They were a perfect team. Always working in harmony toward a common goal. Why would she have thought it would be any different in bed with another kind of goal?

“Jamie?” he whispered.

“I know. Me too,” she answered before he’d had a chance to actually say anything.

He rolled off her and smiled. “You know, a few centuries ago you would have been burned at the stake for that, witch,” he joked. It was the same Wes who teased her about her hatred of snow and lumpy pancakes. Only they were naked and had just satisfied each other with a skill like longtime lovers.

“Be careful. I might cast a spell on you.”

He rolled toward her and propped his head in his hand as his other hand trailed between her breasts, down her stomach, and back up.

“You already have me under your spell.” With that he kissed her again. It was only a matter of minutes before the kissing led to more.

More than she’d ever thought possible.

* * * *

The shower was running when Wes woke. It was still very early, but rather than roll over and go back to sleep, he got up to go find his wife.

He knocked twice and then opened the door as she said, “Come in.”

Without speaking, he stepped in the shower behind her, pulling her against him while he kissed that spot under her ear. His erection nestled against her hip.

“Wow. Someone is up early.”

Yes, he was up. He couldn’t get enough of her. The scent of her shampoo filled the steamy air and pulled him in. She turned to face him and he took advantage of her movement to press her up against the wall of the shower and sink into her.

Her skin squeaked on the shower wall as he thrust into her the whole way. He hoisted her leg up to his hip so he could go deeper and her moan echoed in the tiled room. He never gave a thought to the sounds Jamie might make when she had sex. Now he was glad, because his mind wouldn’t have been able to do them justice.

“Jamie.” He said her name in warning that he wasn’t going to be able to go much longer. It was too much. She must have heard something else in the word, because she gasped and gripped his hair as he felt her warmth constrict around him in a rhythm that ended him.